Post by Amon on May 31, 2016 4:07:05 GMT
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Amon's warehouse. It wasn't exactly the biggest one in the warehouse sector of the Merchant's District; three stories tall and a base of 10,000 square feet, it nearly blended in with the other boxy, brick warehouses.
Just a few things made it stand out.
The most obvious feature was that it was very well guarded. A dozen steambots patrolled the perimeter of the building at the ground level; on the roofs, an additional eight steamdrones were perched, alongside numerous clockwork birds, keeping a close eye from the skies. But even if an intruder were to get anywhere close to the building, there was no way to truly get in. The building had very few windows, and of the windows it did had, they were placed very close to the roof, and were fairly small, just enough to let in a comfortable amount of light during the daytime hours. Furthermore, each one had special, reinforced paneling, to not only redirect the light towards the rest of the space, but to also keep anything from getting in when the panels were closed, securing the building. As for the front of the warehouse, it was mostly encompassed by a large, hanger door, as if to allow something of a fairly large size to comfortably enter and exit the building. A more human-sized door (and in fact, the only other door) was located beside the hanger door; needless to say, there was a very low chance of anyone getting in through here.
At least, until now.
For the past three months, the machines have patrolled and deterred anyone from approaching the building. However, on this particular night, despite the hum of their engines, there was an odd stillness in the air.
As if they were waiting for something.
(Picture coming soon...ish)
Amon's warehouse. It wasn't exactly the biggest one in the warehouse sector of the Merchant's District; three stories tall and a base of 10,000 square feet, it nearly blended in with the other boxy, brick warehouses.
Just a few things made it stand out.
The most obvious feature was that it was very well guarded. A dozen steambots patrolled the perimeter of the building at the ground level; on the roofs, an additional eight steamdrones were perched, alongside numerous clockwork birds, keeping a close eye from the skies. But even if an intruder were to get anywhere close to the building, there was no way to truly get in. The building had very few windows, and of the windows it did had, they were placed very close to the roof, and were fairly small, just enough to let in a comfortable amount of light during the daytime hours. Furthermore, each one had special, reinforced paneling, to not only redirect the light towards the rest of the space, but to also keep anything from getting in when the panels were closed, securing the building. As for the front of the warehouse, it was mostly encompassed by a large, hanger door, as if to allow something of a fairly large size to comfortably enter and exit the building. A more human-sized door (and in fact, the only other door) was located beside the hanger door; needless to say, there was a very low chance of anyone getting in through here.
At least, until now.
For the past three months, the machines have patrolled and deterred anyone from approaching the building. However, on this particular night, despite the hum of their engines, there was an odd stillness in the air.
As if they were waiting for something.
(Picture coming soon...ish)